"Mmm\~\~ Ian, slow down."
"Mmm\~\~\~mmm\~\~\~"
*Pah... Pah... Pah...*
"Mmm\~\~\~mmm\~\~\~"
"Yes... Ian, mmm\~\~ why are you so... aggressive?"
In a dense, bloody forest, at its heart, two young people were seen entangled with each other.
The tall boy was holding the young girl firmly against the trunk of a tree, while his waist moved in a steady rhythm, slapping against her and eliciting moans of pleasure.
The girl, breathless and flushed, weakly cried for him to stop, yet her voice trembled with contradiction—her own moans betraying her. She couldn't resist the waves of pleasure coursing through her.
From the way they were going at it... It seemed they had been lost in each other for a long time now.
Her back arched slightly every time he pushed into her, mouth parted, panting softly as the wet sounds and rustling leaves filled the air around them.
"Heh... now, you can't control your voice? Why are you shouting?"
